My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Twenty-Two

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She dosent care whether you're different or not. If you're good and right for her. You may be nothing like others, yet still hurt her when you walk away.
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ZOEYA'S POV

One might not know where to continue our story or where to keep the 'jist' flowing and not fall out of point. My married life is nothing with sweet tales like the ones young girls fantasize or read in novels that is all about 'lovey dovey' kind of relationships. Although my married life is not the worst (alhamdulilah) but not the best. Days have turned into weeks and weeks into months, Aaryan has been avoiding me since that night and all I do is eat large portions of food then popcorn and ice cream and watch the latest movies or cartoons on TV since i was given the 'tip-off' by Jibril. I could feel myself gaining some pounds. I've gone to Ridwan's house for the past few weeks and he's been responding mashaAllah. He eats three times a day,lets sunlight into his room and watches TV, although occasionally he zones out. He comes out for his sessions and talks a lot more. I guess God is on my side. Right now I was watching 'home' and it was getting real interesting when.....

Urggghhhhhh
My phone rang. Omg it was Fariyah

"Hey baby". I screamed excitedly at her. Its been a while since we last spoke and honestly I needed someone to talk to.Beebah has gone back to school and the twins have left for Italy.

"ZOEYA ALIYU. Don't even hey baby me cause I can see you don't love me. You didn't even care to call me or even text me......". She ranted on and on till the call disconnected.

Awwnnnnn. I tried calling back and it didn't go through so I watched TV till I slept off. I was woken up by Rukkayah who asked what I wanted for lunch since she was going for shopping but I waved her off saying I will figure out what to eat. It was past three so I went to offer my salat, bathed, threw on a dark blue skinny Jean and a yellow long- sleeved top with a blue scarf with some open toed sandals. I picked a white bag pack and put in my iPad, my purse,my phone and left for Ridwan's house since our session starts by four. I didn't want Danjuma to drive me cause I know he reports everything to Aaryan and yeah I found out he wired the house with camera's how thoughtful (note the sarcasm) and yet he dosent want to talk to me. I ordered for an uber and it arrived right in time.

Ridwan's house was approximately a thirty minute drive from my house. He lived in a one-room self contain furnished tastefully and beautifully. It had beautiful flowers planted around it which was ironical for someone who liked extreme sports, it had a peaceful surrounding which makes me forget everything once I get there. I once asked why he chose the environment but he said it gives him uninterrupted pleasure.

I don't normally knock on the door since i know no one will open it. I meet the house in the normal manner always kept clean because a maid cleans it thrice a week. I met him sitting in his wheelchair and staring out his bedroom window which gives him a view of a modern furnished bungalow. He turned when he saw me, a sweet smile spread across his face

"Hey". I smiled and waved at him

"Hey Z". He turned his chair to face me. He was was freshly shaven which means he is improving.

"I can see you took the hair off". I sat on the bed put my glasses on and took out my notepad.

He grinned and nodded. After chattering for a while I went straight to work.

"So I came up with a game we could play. Its called twenty questions, do you want to play?". I was jotting down a few changes.

He nodded.